Monopolize My Mysterious Wife-Chapter 529 - 515 who in your house is staring at me_1
Chapter 529: 515, who in your house is staring at me_1
Chapter 529: 515, who in your house is staring at me_1
In the evening, as soon as they got off the plane, Quan Jingwu whisked Jian Qing back to his house. Their private time was really important to him.
Since they were coming back today, Jian Qing had asked Shen Hao to bring Snowball back. As soon as they walked in the door, Snowball happily ran towards them.
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It mainly rubbed itself against Jian Qing’s legs, completely ignoring its original master.
Jian Qing crouched down and ruffled Snowball’s soft fur, “I missed you, Snowball.”
Snowball rubbed its fluffy head against Jian Qing, and the affection between the human and animal was so strong that it made Quan Jingwu somewhat jealous.
“Xiaojing, I’m going to see Xiya first.” She stood up and said.
Quan Jingwu held her back and put a scarf on her, “I’ll go with you.”
Without him, his wife might easily be abducted by someone else.
Jian Qing smiled, holding his arm.
“It’s so cold.” Jian Qing’s face was slightly red from the cold.
In the evening, Beijing became even colder. Fortunately, it hadn’t snowed for the past couple of days, otherwise, they wouldn’t even want to go out.
Quan Jingwu extended his hand to pull her into his arms and walked with her in his embrace.
“Quan Jingwu!” A gloomy voice rang out from ahead, sounding even colder in the freezing wind.
Jian Qing squinted at the approaching figure and the smile faded from her face when she saw who it was.
Him again?
It was such a buzzkill to see him as soon as she got back.
The man was dressed in white wool and black pants, looking gentle and refined. It was Chu Yihen.
In an instant, Chu Yihen walked up to them, his gaze firmly met Jian Qing’s.
“Jian Qing, long time no see.”
She had vanished without a trace in Beijing for two months and Quan Jingwu was also not in Beijing. Where did they go to have their romantic getaway? Every time he thought about it, he couldn’t help feeling jealous.
“…”
Jian Qing was aloof and silent.
She wished she hadn’t seen him.
Quan Jingwu held Jian Qing’s hand and didn’t even spare a glance at Chu Yihen as he passed by.
Chu Yihen didn’t plan to stop them. After all, he didn’t expect to run into them here. He just wanted to check on Jian Qing.
In the past few days, he had been staying in S city. He was well aware that the troubles he faced there were caused by Quan Jingwu behind the scenes. He would settle this score with him sooner or later.
…
In the living room, the lights were bright.
Xiya put down the pregnancy books in her hands and looked up at the person sitting across from her.
Her eyes landed on the man’s sewing needle and the little skirt in his hand, she was flabbergasted.
She had only intended to tease him that day but didn’t expect him to take it seriously. He actually started doing needlework here every day.
However, the results of each day’s work were nearly identical. The things he embroidered were a sight for sore eyes.
“Khan, it’s getting late, why don’t you head back first.”
Khan stopped his needlework, looked up at her and said, “Are you going to rest?”
Xiya was about to shake her head but then thought that if she said she wasn’t going to rest, he might continue to hang out here.
Thinking of this, she decisively nodded her head.
“Yes, I’m tired.”
Hearing this, Khan packed up his needlework and the little skirt, got up, put on his coat and said, “Then I’ll go first, you should rest early.”
“Alright.”
Khan walked towards the door. Just as he opened the door, he ran into two pairs of eyes.
“Jian Qing, you guys…”
His surprised voice reached Xiya’s ears and she quickly went out.
Outside, Jian Qing was also surprised to see Khan here. Her eyes passed over him to Xiya, and she let out a faint smile.
“What’s going on between you two?”
It seemed that some interesting things had happened while she was gone.
Xiya hurried over, and Khan instinctively tried to support her, “Slow down, slow down.”
Jian Qing saw their interaction and her smile became more teasing.
There was definitely something fishy.
“Darling, why didn’t you tell me you were coming back? I’ve missed you.”
With that, Xiya reached out for a hug.
She actually wanted to run up and give Xiya a warm hug like before, but she was pregnant and unable to do so.
Jian Qing shook her head and laughed, then initiated the hug.
Quan Jingwu glanced at her and frowned.
Someone else was trying to snatch his wife again.
“Darling, your man is glaring at me.” Xiya complained into her ear.
“I’m so scared.”
Jian Qing knocked her on the head, “Drama queen.”
“Are you sure you want to reminisce in the doorway?”
Xiya smiled awkwardly and pulled her into the room.
Before they had walked two steps, she turned back and looked at Khan, “Why haven’t you left yet?”
“Xiya, I just got back, let Khan stay a little longer.” Jian Qing held her back and spoke up for Khan.
How could she let someone leave when she hadn’t watched the drama yet?
Khan gave Jian Qing a grateful look, almost moved to tears.
The bond between best girlfriends was not for show. Xiya immediately understood that Jian Qing wanted to watch her drama.”
“No, it’s already dark, he should go home.” Her threatening glare flew towards Khan. Her intention of driving him away was hardly hidden.
Khan gave a bitter smile, “Jian Qing, I’d better go. See you tomorrow.”
After saying that, he greeted Quan Jingwu, grabbed his scarf and left.
“Happy now that you’ve scared him away?” Jian Qing smirked.
“I didn’t scare him away, he wanted to leave on his own.” She pouted and denied.
As soon as Jian Qing sat down, her attention was drawn to the object on the table.
“What’s this?”
An embroidered skirt?
Was she being mocked?
“You’ve been cultivating your moral character lately, even doing needlework?”
Xiya glared at her, “What kind of look is that?”
“You’re being judged.”
“…”
That hurt, bro.
“By the way, what did you embroider? You’d better not embroider at all, you’re ruining the clothes.” Jian Qing flipped through the little skirt, disdainfully.
“Do I look like I’m not crafty?”
“Not like, you definitely are.”
“Khan was the one who embroidered it, not me. My hands are quite nimble.”
She was clearly not very confident about her last statement.
“Khan embroidered this?” Jian Qing was utterly baffled.
Xiya nodded, “Otherwise, why do you think he’s here?”
“And what exactly have you done to him?” Khan, the aristocratic young man, doing needlework?
Was this some kind of joke?
“I didn’t do anything to him. It was his own idea. He even came here every day with a thick face to embroider clothes.”
“Every day?” Jian Qing caught the keyword and grinned slyly.
Xiya grinned awkwardly.
Why did she have to let it slip?
It’s over now.
“You heard wrong. It’s not every day. It’s occasionally. No, it’s once in a while.”
The more she explained, the more chaotic it became. Xiya decided to give up.
“It seems you guys had a lot of fun while I was gone.” Jian Qing looked at the little skirt in her hand and laughed.
“No, you’re thinking too much.” Xiya said helplessly, “You know what the relationship is between him and me now.”
